TITLE: No Rules
CHAPTER: 2?
AUTHOR: The Chronicler RATING: PG-13 WARNINGS: language UNIVERSE: ATF CHALLENGE: W.O.W. 05-10-04 -- DELUSION SUMMARY: A friendly game of football... Friendly? Between ATF and FBI? Ha, yea, right!
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No Rules Part 2?
By The Chronicler
Maggie positioned herself across from Casy. "Hiya, sweety. Just so you know... I have no problem what so ever with your gender."
Casy grinned. "That bein' the case, guess I won't have to take it easy on ya."
The FBI agent laughed. "You know, after I smear your b.f. clean to Kentucky an' back, you an' me, we aughta go catch ourselves a beer away from all this testerone."
"I'll buy." Casy agreed. "You'll need all your cash for the hospital bills."
Maggie opened her mouth for a stunning come back when they were all too rudely interrupted.
"Ladies!" Jason snapped. When the two girls looked at him, he held the ball up. "Just let us know when social hour is over. We'll be waiting just right over here."
"Yadda, yadda, yadda." Maggie mumbled, earning her a giggle from Casy and a glare from Jason.
Obedient, if a little disrespectful, they crouched down into position for the first play.
Satisfied, Jason returned to his own position. He glanced left, down the line of his men. He glanced right to the remainder of his men. Then he wrapped his hand around the football on the ground between his feet. "Hike! Hike! All Tootie Fruitie, hike!"
Buck frowned, straightening up slightly. "Did he just call us gay?"
Suddenly Ollie plowed into the ATF agent and the game was on.
Maggie hit Casy low, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl's legs and lifting her up and over her back, dropping her on the ground with a solid, and not at all pleasant, thud.
Sammy simply doubled up a fist and cold cocked J.D., dropping him like a rock.
Anthony Gains met Josiah shoulder to shoulder. Though equally matched, the big profiler had not been expecting the fierceness of the attack and soon found himself thrown back on his butt.
Half a heart beat later Nathan crashed into him.
Chris wasn't sure what had happened, or when it had happened. When he opened his eyes, he was staring up at the sky.
Judge Travis dropped his face in his hands and shook his head, groaning "I must have been delusional."
Kenny chuckled. "Ah, shucks, Judge, that ain't nothin' but a little hand shakin' an' how ya doin's.'" he explained.
Ezra winced as Buck was dropped rather unceremoniously beside Chris. "I hesitated to witness the introductions to those you do not like."
Kenny's chuckle turned into a fully belly laugh.
Buck rolled over until he bumped into Chris. With a moan, he asked "Wasn't this supposed to be flag football?"
"What planet are you from?" Chris moaned back.
Jason stood over Chris and offered his hand down to the ATF agent. "Just thought we'd get that out of the way." he explained with a grin as he hauled Chris to his feet.
"Out of the way?" Chris growled, being sure to give the FBI agent's hand an extra squeeze.
Jason grinned. "Oh, well, my guys were chewing at the bit, so, thought I'd get the rough stuff out of the way for it festered into some real, gonna hurt' violence." He dusted off Chris' shoulders. "Now we can get to the real good, clean fun." he suggested before turning and heading back to where the football sat on the ground, untouched and out of play, right where he had left it.
"That wasn't real, gonna hurt violence'?" Nathan mumbled, using Josiah's big shoulders to push himself to his feet. He stumbled over, grabbed J.D. by the collar and dragged him to his feet. "You okay?"
J.D. moved his jaw side to side, hearing it pop. "No." he grumbled. "What the hell was that all about?"
"They were getting it out of their system." Josiah answered, rubbing his sore shoulder.
"Do we get a turn to get it outta our system?" the youngest of Team Seven growled.
"Now, there's a question." Buck agreed, grabbing Chris' arm and dragging himself up.
"Line up." Chris ordered, a wicked half grin showing through. "Our turn."
No Rules Pt. 2?
The End
AUTHOR: The Chronicler RATING: PG-13 WARNINGS: language UNIVERSE: ATF CHALLENGE: W.O.W. 05-10-04 -- DELUSION SUMMARY: A friendly game of football... Friendly? Between ATF and FBI? Ha, yea, right!
ARCHIVE: Pretty please.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please.
EMAIL:
No Rules Part 2?
By The Chronicler
Maggie positioned herself across from Casy. "Hiya, sweety. Just so you know... I have no problem what so ever with your gender."
Casy grinned. "That bein' the case, guess I won't have to take it easy on ya."
The FBI agent laughed. "You know, after I smear your b.f. clean to Kentucky an' back, you an' me, we aughta go catch ourselves a beer away from all this testerone."
"I'll buy." Casy agreed. "You'll need all your cash for the hospital bills."
Maggie opened her mouth for a stunning come back when they were all too rudely interrupted.
"Ladies!" Jason snapped. When the two girls looked at him, he held the ball up. "Just let us know when social hour is over. We'll be waiting just right over here."
"Yadda, yadda, yadda." Maggie mumbled, earning her a giggle from Casy and a glare from Jason.
Obedient, if a little disrespectful, they crouched down into position for the first play.
Satisfied, Jason returned to his own position. He glanced left, down the line of his men. He glanced right to the remainder of his men. Then he wrapped his hand around the football on the ground between his feet. "Hike! Hike! All Tootie Fruitie, hike!"
Buck frowned, straightening up slightly. "Did he just call us gay?"
Suddenly Ollie plowed into the ATF agent and the game was on.
Maggie hit Casy low, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl's legs and lifting her up and over her back, dropping her on the ground with a solid, and not at all pleasant, thud.
Sammy simply doubled up a fist and cold cocked J.D., dropping him like a rock.
Anthony Gains met Josiah shoulder to shoulder. Though equally matched, the big profiler had not been expecting the fierceness of the attack and soon found himself thrown back on his butt.
Half a heart beat later Nathan crashed into him.
Chris wasn't sure what had happened, or when it had happened. When he opened his eyes, he was staring up at the sky.
Judge Travis dropped his face in his hands and shook his head, groaning "I must have been delusional."
Kenny chuckled. "Ah, shucks, Judge, that ain't nothin' but a little hand shakin' an' how ya doin's.'" he explained.
Ezra winced as Buck was dropped rather unceremoniously beside Chris. "I hesitated to witness the introductions to those you do not like."
Kenny's chuckle turned into a fully belly laugh.
Buck rolled over until he bumped into Chris. With a moan, he asked "Wasn't this supposed to be flag football?"
"What planet are you from?" Chris moaned back.
Jason stood over Chris and offered his hand down to the ATF agent. "Just thought we'd get that out of the way." he explained with a grin as he hauled Chris to his feet.
"Out of the way?" Chris growled, being sure to give the FBI agent's hand an extra squeeze.
Jason grinned. "Oh, well, my guys were chewing at the bit, so, thought I'd get the rough stuff out of the way for it festered into some real, gonna hurt' violence." He dusted off Chris' shoulders. "Now we can get to the real good, clean fun." he suggested before turning and heading back to where the football sat on the ground, untouched and out of play, right where he had left it.
"That wasn't real, gonna hurt violence'?" Nathan mumbled, using Josiah's big shoulders to push himself to his feet. He stumbled over, grabbed J.D. by the collar and dragged him to his feet. "You okay?"
J.D. moved his jaw side to side, hearing it pop. "No." he grumbled. "What the hell was that all about?"
"They were getting it out of their system." Josiah answered, rubbing his sore shoulder.
"Do we get a turn to get it outta our system?" the youngest of Team Seven growled.
"Now, there's a question." Buck agreed, grabbing Chris' arm and dragging himself up.
"Line up." Chris ordered, a wicked half grin showing through. "Our turn."
No Rules Pt. 2?
The End